#i swear im not some niche dancing writer

[brittlebeast]

Blake and Ilia dancing at a club, originally written for a friend's fic

Hands snaked low around Ilia's hips, guiding her sway with the sultry, throbbing music. Scintillating color flashed and weaved overhead, haloing Blake's dark hair and glittering in her hungry, tender eyes. Ilia felt her own breath grow thick in her chest and across barely-parted lips, a molten sensation dripping steadily to the pit of her stomach. She pressed tighter to Blake and curled a hand behind her neck- slowly, deliberately to not shake lose what was building- as she felt a thigh ease between hers and a hand on her hip slide lower. Bass rumbling in her chest, she closed her eyes and leaned into Blake's neck.

“You're turning pink,” came a knowing purr in her ear.